February 9, 2009
yuck. muck.
not a pleasant way to start such a lovely week...
but i'm trying to drop the dreariness & dwell on happy things.
last week of grant's early a.m. practices.
am spending the afternoon with funny 4-year-olds.
pineapple-pretzel salad in the fridge.
making a valentine for my valentine.
hot shower coming right up.
phone call with becca penciled in.
weekend getaway with grant on the horizon.
love is in the air.
the list is on my desk.
the list | number four
646. sitting on top of a counter, 
with a bowl of something yummy in my hands
056. nice restaurants
111. washing the car. on the driveway. on a hot day.
117. roast beef, corn, & mashed potatoes on my plate
254. make-up bags
628. getting that deep voice when I'm sick
203. the smell of chlorine
380. sleeping straight through the night
083. movie soundtracks
435. being treated like a lady
437. anne of green gables
250. valentine's day
602. holding a puppy
609. when my hair still looks good when I wake up
052. swedish pancakes
bonus! {not even added to the official list yet}
debbie reynolds' wardrobe in singin' in the rain
February 6, 2009
when we found my writing desk at that little thrift shop,
we also picked up this dandy chocolate brown piece.
it has shelves inside the little door & is topped by a drawer.
looks like a short & fat school locker.
very practical. very peculiar. very fab.
we used the top drawer to hide away some knitting supplies.
am I the only one who gets really excited about an empty drawer?
something about having unused space & the potential to organize better...
it is quite a thrill for me.
ever ask yourself what you would do with another drawer in your house? i do.
right now our home only has a handful of drawers, so storage space is precious & dreams are big. when I do the dishes, I often stand at the sink & contemplate this matter.
I dream up how to best compartmentalize my things.
I fantasize about cleaning out, filling up & arranging away.
so far my imaginary extra drawer has been filled with...
tupperware & lids
gloves & mittens
prep for grant's lunches
un-framed photos
handy glass jars & bottles
swimming suits
notes & souvenirs from grant
magazine clippings
dry ingredients for chocolate chip cookies
envelopes & stationery
coloring books, word searches, crossword puzzles
my favorite blanket
vitamin bottles
grocery list, coupons, pen & post-its
old school papers
extra gum, chapstick, & hand lotion
everything separated + coordinated, & all in one place.
perfect.
February 5, 2009
just found this portable writing desk at an antique & thrift shop.
are these things common? i had never come across one before.
i love it. and it was only six bucks.
here it is again, displaying its wonderful, practical insides. 
i am loving how it so handily houses my list-making essentials.
can't wait to start doing more writing out & about in my house- 
sans computer.
back to basics.
February 4, 2009
for the next week, i'll be the substitute.
helping with glue, tying shoes, filling juice cups, resolving sharing problems.
all that good preschool stuff.
we should all teach preschool every now & then.
it makes you realize just how far you've come.
it allows you a day to study the letter Pp & the number 8.
it gives you a chance to make paper pepperoni pizzas & circle 8 pirate's parrots.
it means taking home the extra snack-size keebler chips deluxe.
which are incredibly delicious, but you've probably forgotten about that.
today I remembered.
nothing like a good reminder to enjoy simple things.
like store-bought cookies, brought to share with the class.
like knowing your abc's.
like the ability to read the instructions on a worksheet.
like possessing readable handwriting.
yay for us!
February 3, 2009
i've always had a healthy appetite for reading, and never has it been so satisfied than with the mitford books.
the love affair between myself and this story began when my grandma handed me the first book. i was in fifth grade. eleven-year-old-girl that i was, i felt very grown up with the smooth, thick novel between my hands. i was smitten with the delicate pages and small font. this book was different than nancy drew.
i remember keeping my mitford novel safely tucked away behind the purple fiscars scissors and extra erasers inside my desk. i would pull it out when i had finished an assignment and read myself away into another world. a world that made me feel good. a world that was sweet and mellow. endearing and addicting.
i will admit, when i started out with book one, i went in with a bad attitude. it was slow and i was a doubtful. i didn't think that i was old enough for it. i didn't like that the main character was a man, and an old man, at that. how could a story about a 60-year-old man be appealing to me? or to anybody? (60 seemed ancient to me, of course)
happily, it didn't take long for me to realize that i was very much mistaken. the charming village life and delightful cast of characters quickly captured my heart.
i am hopelessly devoted to these books. i will read them for the rest of my life. i don't know how many times i've read them over the years, i've lost count. i give my memory a little bit of time to 'forget' the story and then pick them up to read over again. why should a good thing only be enjoyed once?
February 2, 2009
You know you've become a Minnesotan when you hear that it's 36 degrees outside & decide that you don't need a coat for the day. 
I deeply regretted the decision to go coatless on Saturday afternoon, when the wind picked up while Grant & I were on a running-errands-date. 
When you live in a small town, dates like this are quite common. 
You set aside a day to make the journey to someplace well-populated enough to have a walmart. You stockpile your grocery lists ahead of time, opting to wait for the walmart bargains rather than surrender to the overpriced goods at the little market in your tiny town. You hop in the car, sporting sunglasses & pretending that it's warm outside, smiling because it's Saturday & because you are heading to a city! Hurray! And even though this "city" is small & has recently been stripped of its Starbucks, it is still a very happy occasion. While you're in that metropolis, you take advantage of other "big city" things, like mcdonalds & a movie theatre. (humble things become rather significant after a dose of small town life) At the movie theatre, you take in a new flick about a city girl who moves to a little town in Minnesota... how ironic. 
Thankfully on this cold day of running errands I had the following items to get me through...
gloves. don't leave home without them.
sour patch kids. for me. for the movie.
reese's pieces. for grant. for the movie.
grocery list. for surviving the walmart aisles.
v. c. grapes lotion. dry hands are my unending battle.
(my sister haley stuck this perfect-for-the-purse bottle into my stocking. it smells phenomenal.)
January 29, 2009
... he could be in a musical.
that's right, my guy can sing.
not only can he sing, he makes a mean music video.
but before you press play, i should give you a little history behind this video.
at Camp Shetek (where we work in the summertime), there are two main groups of staff: the kitchen girls & the maintenance men. grant's title is head maintenance man. the camp shetek maintenance men are an elite group. believe me, the girl campers swoon over these rugged & sun-tanned boys.
they mow & trim, they drive the jet ski, they'll help your team in the hoccer tournament, they do mail call; they do it all. a few years ago, the maintenance men made a video for some skit night entertainment, and a tradition was born. their music videos have become one of the most looked-forward-to aspects of a week at camp shetek.
the campers love these Men; they admire them, take pictures of them & giggle at all their jokes. basically, the Men are the camp celebrities. i feel privileged to know them & call one of them my husband.
here is your first taste of their work, an adapted rendition of part of your world from the little mermaid, complete with minnesota accents. sit back & watch the maintenance men burst into song as they confess their hearts' true desire.
performed by grant, graham, ryan, & jared
January 28, 2009
I didn't really appreciate monster bars until last summer, when our good friend Bryant introduced us to the ultimate version. He graciously obtained the recipe for me, and now, I'm going to share it with you.
Are you excited? ... I would be, if I were you. 
Bryant, this one's for you.
Okay, off we go.

blend 
1/2 c. butter
1 c. brown sugar 
1 c. white sugar.

put in one of your mix cd's to keep you company while you create.
i selected kitchen september '08 featuring norah jones & the singin' in the rain soundtrack.
scoop 1 1/2 c. peanut butter. 

scrape it out into the mix.

beat it, just beat it. 
until it gets all fused & smelling heavenly.
then add in 3 eggs. 
and whip it.
whip it good.

now for some teeny, tiny, hugely important steps that were not photographed...
stir in: 1 tsp vanilla & 2 tsp baking soda
then toss in 4 1/2 cups oatmeal, and start up the stirring again.
demolish oatmeal mountain.

wait for the mix to mingle, meld, & merge.
then use your favorite side-scraping tupperware spatch to get it tidied up.

pick your poison.
i chose m&m's leftover from Christmas (not mint), semi-sweet morsels, & butterscotch bits.
preheat the oven. 350 degrees.

dump & stir.
if you turn your mixer back on for just a sec, you'll get pretty candy coating confetti in the mix too...  celebrate good times, come on.

spoon it into a pan.

press it all in.
squash it, crush it, pound it- do whatever it takes.
just get it all smoothed out & settled in for the big bake.

set your timer for 15 minutes.
stick your pressed pride into the oven.

my oven & my deep pan (& my dislike for too much gooey) resulted in the baking time increasing to about 20 min.
but you can check at 15 min. & see how yours is coming along.

when you pull it out of the oven, your candies should be nestled into a golden crust, still tender to the touch.
let cool on cooling rack.

pull up on your easy-clean-up foil edges.
heave the pleasantly heavy result onto the counter.
cut into delectable, prim & proper squares.

plant the goods in your favorite platter, 
preferably transparent with a platform, 
to display your handiwork & for the highest degree of temptation.

p.s. this recipe calls for a jelly roll pan that's 17" x 11 1/2 "... which not only do I not own, but consider to be rather gigantic. I cut the recipe in half and used an 8" x 11" dish. It yielded about 20 bars. But you can do whatever makes you happy.

p.p.s. happy birthday, audra! i'm so, so glad to have you as a sister. love you!
January 27, 2009
happily, the list is growing again.
here's another excerpt.
(some of these entries are from my junior high days)
the list | number three
548. shortening my bathroom routine
378. buying new school supplies & new school clothes
85. getting a hair cut
503. putting ice cubes in my milk
523. learning something new about the english language
393. pink starbursts
645. going into a house I've never been in before
222. crayola superfine writing markers
430. fancy faucet fixtures
387. memorizing a new class schedule & locker combination
546. kisses on the back of my neck
325. singing verb songs from french class
302. memories of reading goodnight moon
540. the smell of sunscreen
521. when someone else touches/fixes/plays with/curls my hair
January 26, 2009
for ice cream.
isn't that sad? i wish it wasn't so. i will admit that i go through phases where something cold & creamy sounds good, but for the most part, i remain un-tempted. when i'm told we're going out for ice cream, i'm more excited about the going out part. while everyone else around the table is enjoying their frozen favorite, i will probably be sipping a glass of water- wishing that the popular thing to do were to go out for cookies or brownies or chocolate cake.
so, knowing this about me, you are free to make a new judgment of my character.
now, about those times when ice cream does sound appealing... i must have it the right way.
1. skip the cone. i take mine straight up in a dish. pile it high & hand me a spoon.
2. none of this soft-serve nonsense. if i'm going to go ahead with this frozen dessert, it jolly well better be frozen. i mean good & hard, people. i shouldn't be able to stir anything in my bowl.
3. the flavor options:
cookie dough= i could be persuaded.
chocolate with fudge brownie chunks= sure, that sounds good.
chocolate with a ribbon of peanut butter= need you ask?
my hands-down favorite is Archer Farms Peanut Butter Fudge.
take it from someone who doesn't even like the stuff, we have 56 ounces of rich & velvety, irresistible goodness right here. you won't find any better.
yet another testimonial for the greatness of target & its generic lines.
can you tell that i miss my staple store? i miss it enough to blog about it, for goodness' sake.
and if you went from living 1 minute away to living an hour and a half away, you might too.

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Hello, I'm Summer. A people-loving introvert whose hope and life is in Jesus. His promises are my passion and my ministry is homelife. This blog is a place for me to write about everyday things. Especially food. My favorite thing to do is sit around a table, lingering over a long meal with good conversation. I live with my husband and our 2 littles. We like blizzards, thrifting, grammar, guacamole, cheerful hearts, nice manners, good movies, and making simple, real, nutrient-dense food.

"If Christ be anything, He must be everything."
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